Why would people not be scared of revealing dark secrets?
But yeah. This is true: 2004, a little kid of about thirteen was queuing at Blockbuster. He was being a dic k and a gobshyne for his mates, so much so that when they flounced out, he left a pile of notes, amounting to £30 on a ledge on the punter-side of the counter. As I stepped up, I palmed them off, just he rushed back in, hyperventilating. He knew I'd nicked them, but I assumed such an innocent expression, and made such an elaborate show of looking around, that I made him doubt the nature of reality itself. And even if he'd pressed, I'd have just given him a lecture about getting a job and only then knowing the value of money.
But I still felt guilty, because you don't know people's circumstances, do you? Bellend or no, that £30 might've been his pocket money for a year.